Home Coming Poem by Mona Adviento

Home-coming
I left you for a tragic pursuit
And in that bitter life, my soul was mute.
The winds-your hands, touching my face;
This memory not even time can erase.

I lost byway without these sun-lit skies
Reduced in domesticity with downcast eyer.
In cloistered existence I drowned my light
With "matter of consequence" always winning the fight.

Ever so slowly my muchness did fade
Repeatedly playing a dismal charade
My thought longingly looked out to you
Dreams of azure pulling me through.

And now unshackled, my feet find their way
To that singular place in time-as bright as day
My heart is now light, my soul is free.
As I walk through your paths at the end is
Me.


July 2018
Chapter 8